Scholarly Shadow

Chapter 10 Trash

Ever since Wang Fan was rescued, Lyme had always treated him very well. But why was Uncle Lyme acting like he'd swallowed a dynamite this early in the morning, as if Wang Fan owed him money? His fierce expression...of.

Wang Fan, of course, had no idea that Lem had once been a special forces instructor.He had already started training Wang Fan as a new recruit, and was aiming for special forces standards, so Uncle Lyme didn't use...The fact that Zi reprimanded Wang Fan was already considered giving Wang Fan face.

Early in the morning, Wang Fan was inexplicably scolded and reprimanded by an angry Lem as he began his training.

It's true that Wang Fan speaks many languages, but he has never been to the United States, so even if he knows English, it wouldn't be of much use because he...I'm not sure about the attitude of Americans.

Since Wang Fan had repeatedly confirmed that he wanted to become a mercenary, Uncle Lyme had already entered...The teachingThe corner.

"Trash, we've only run one lap and you're already like this?"

Uncle Lyme, fully armed, yelled at Wang Fan, who was panting heavily, his hands on his knees, on the verge of vomiting.

Wang Fan no longer had the strength to defend himself.

Uncle Lyme had Wang Fan fully armed and drive around the entire abandoned mine, along mountain roads.

This lap is a full five kilometers, which is already the limit for Wang Fan.

Uncle Lyme, who wasn't tired at all, looked at Wang Fan with his assault rifle in hand: "Do you know that you are the worst piece of trash I've ever seen, the worst, without a doubt?"

Wang Fan, catching his breath, looked up; he was drenched in sweat.It looked like he jumped into the pool.

"I'm just a..." Wang Fan only said these few words, but who knew that Uncle Lyme would roar again, almost touching Wang Fan's face, and yell at Wang Fan again: "Soldier, I don't want to hear reasons, run!"

With a snap, Uncle Lem loaded his assault rifle right in front of Wang Fan. Wang Fan stared in disbelief. What was this uncle up to?

Uncle LymeA sinister smile appeared on his face: "I could kill you right here and no one would know."

Moreover, I believe my boss George is very...What he saw was me killing you during training, so he could save a million US dollars.

Peng, Uncle Lyme, facing Wang FanHe fired a shot right there.

On the limbsInstinctively, Wang Fan jumped up in fright.

What Wang Fan didn't expect was that Uncle Lyme was serious.

Uncle Lyme has taken training Wang Fan seriously, it's just that Wang Fan himself hasn't truly accepted it yet.Perhaps it was Wang Fan's ignorance of military training.

Lem propped up his assault rifle and chuckled, "Hehe."

Kid, if you hadn't run a little slower, you might have died by my gun.

Peng, another shot! Why isn't Wang Fan running?

It's not that you're stupid to not want to; if that bearded man really fired, anyone would...No, I can't.

Wang Fan's biggest failure was his lack of military knowledge; deterrent training exists in the armies of any country.

Moreover, what Wang Fan didn't know was that special forces training in any country has a death quota.

"Damn it, I ran here, and this is what I did!".

After the second lap, Wang Fan moved forward step by step.He was even talking to himself.

At this moment, he seemed to finally understand something, to finally understand something.Do training.

Wang Fan also participated in military training during university, but you would never see guns used like this during university military training.This is better than running.

However, as Wang Fan was running, he suddenly realized that...The madman disappeared.

Lyme disappeared, and Wang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.He collapsed onto the floor. To be honest, Wang Fan's...I have no strength left.

When Wang Fan was equipping his gear, Lem told him that carrying 25 kilograms was standard soldier equipment.

Of course, Lyme didn't tell Wang Fan that this was the standard for special forces.

Wang Fan, lying on the ground, was wearingHe muttered to himself, "What?"Doing it, being a jerk, I, I, I just..."To do it is to be a fool."

Wang Fan opened the water bottle and gulped down water. If he didn't drink water soon, he really would...Water.

On a nearby hill, Lyme was eating steamed buns made by Wang Fan.

"Feng, this kid is terrible. Are you sure he can do it?"

While eating a steamed bun, Lem asked Wang Fan a question, while the disheveled Uncle Feng continued drinking and gazing into the distance.One on the groundNoWang Fan smiled slightly and said, "Hehe, then who do you think was born a special forces soldier?"

Isn't this all from later training? This kidThere is one"I'm really looking forward to it."

Who knew that Uncle Lime would casually say, "You, I know Zhan," but before Uncle Lime could finish his sentence, Uncle Feng glanced at Uncle Lime and said, "Don't..."I've become lazy; all I do all day is eat. Go train!

I hopeThree yearsSeeing this kid get stronger, the mission..."Here you go."

Uncle Lyme was a little confused: "Why?"

I remember you never liked to get involved in other people's business."Is it because he is Chinese?"

Uncle Lime's TableHe was quite shocked, because the disheveled man in front of him was no ordinary person.

The disheveled Uncle Feng left without saying a word, so Lem didn't say anything either. He simply re-magazineed his rifle and took it with him.With a sinister smile, he walked toward Wang Fan, who was sprawled on the ground.

Bang, bang, gunshots have been ringing out near the mine from morning till night.

It wasn't until evening that Uncle Lyme dragged Wang Fan along.Back at the base, Wang Fan didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

"Oh, didn't you want to be a mercenary?"

What, you can run like this?so? "

The disheveled Uncle Feng squatted down next to Wang Fan and started arguing with him. Wang Fan laboriously opened his eyes and glanced at Uncle Feng: "I...".

Wang Fan believed this day would be the most unforgettable day of his life.I feel like I could eat a whole cow in a minute, as long as I have it.

"Take off your gear. I've made you a nutritious dinner. Remember to clean up after you finish eating. Lem and I are going to have some drinks."

After saying that, the slovenly old man ignored Wang Fan.

Wang Fan also wanted to act immediately.I dropped my gear to get something to eat, but I just didn't have the energy.

Wang Fan rested for a full hour and a half before climbing into the kitchen to eat.

At the baseIn the batting ring, Uncle Lyme practiced late into the night without rest.While asking Uncle Feng, Ji asked, "Was today's training too intense? Even a special forces soldier like this..."Without this level of training, I'm sure this young man won't be able to get up tomorrow morning.

Uncle Feng, standing next to Uncle Lyme, casually remarked, "Once you start training, don't stop."

If he can't get up, that's easy to deal with. Just drop a bomb on him, and he won't..."You believe I can get up and run?"

Uncle Lyme chuckled and shook his head helplessly: "Heh, I've noticed you're really serious this time. What's wrong?"

Sloppy Uncle FengIgnoring Uncle Lyme's gunfire, they walked past Uncle Lyme.Hit range*Clap clap clap* Uncle Lime is still here.Of course, Uncle Lyme wouldn't hit Wang Fan.

This is actually a special kind of training, trust...hit.

However, this kind of training is very rare even in regular special forces.See, becauseThe person who attacked must bear the consequences.A big heartAlthough it's about trust, if there's even the slightest mishap, it could be your own friend who dies.

This kind of death-defying trust training is only seen in the training of various mercenaries, but even so, it is still...Are there mercenaries willing to take on the job?This kind of training.

Wang Fan seemed to be deliberately blocking Lyme's gun, but even so, Uncle Lyme continued...hit.

Uncle Lyme seemed to be used to this method. After emptying a pistol magazine, he took the vodka that Uncle Sloppy Feng handed him and drank it.

"I want to see how long this kid can last. How long do you think he can last?"

The disheveled Uncle Feng asked Uncle Lime, who was drinking, a question. Uncle Lime stroked his beard.oneFinger: "About a week. This kind of hellish training is something most mercenaries can only endure for a month at best. Don't forget, I used to be the Zero Instructor.".

The disheveled Uncle Feng left with the words, "Otherwise, I wouldn't let you train him."

Uncle Lyme c****d the pistol and tossed it to the scruffy old man: "Want to play?"

The slovenly old man handed the pistol back to Uncle Ram with a look of disinterest: "It's getting late, I'm going to sleep. I'll throw the bomb tomorrow morning when I get up."

Uncle Lyme suddenlyHe chuckled slyly: "Hehe, suddenly there's one more person to play with."I'm so happy!

Wang Fan himself didn't know it; he was just incredibly lucky. This Uncle Lyme had once been a member of the U.S. Marine Corps.Use teachingHe was the Zero Instructor in the US military.The title.

It could be said that Wang Fan was incredibly lucky to have such an opportunity.To Zero TeachingHe was put in charge of coaching.

Finally, Wang Fan found out what was going on.Exhausted, whatHe's now the perfect embodiment of being a lump of mud.

After eating, Wang Fan could barely walk a few steps. He staggered onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

This is beyond just being tired; it's practically suicidal.

Just like Uncle Lyme said to Wang Fan during the day, Wang Fan is a piece of s**t.

At first, Wang Fan argued back, but now he stopped arguing. Looking at himself, calling him a pile of s**t seemed like an overestimation of him.

As Wang Fan drifted off to sleep, he suddenly...What do you feel?Wang Fan now just wants to sleep until the end of time.

However, Uncle Lyme appeared at Wang Fan's bedside right on time in the early morning, while the slovenly uncle had already gone out.

Splash! A basin of ice water, freshly taken from the refrigerator, was poured directly onto Wang Fan's...superior.

The consequences were predictable; Wang Fan andHe sat up abruptly, as if he'd been electrocuted.

In that instant, Wang FanquanHis bones and muscles were cracking and popping.Thinking, and accompanied by the cracking sound of bones, Wang FanquanofThe pain was so intense that Wang Fan almost lost consciousness.Alright.

"Ahhhhh!"

Wang Fan shoutedIt's not because the ice water is too cold, it's because...It hurts so much.

Uncle Lyme smiled and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Here, I'll give you a treasure, and you'll immediately become completely...It doesn't hurt anymore.

Lyme casually placed a bomb in Wang Fan's hands. There were still five minutes left on the countdown; there was still time.

Wang Fan glanced at it and, still clueless, blurted out, "This alarm clock is curious." Before he could finish his sentence, he realized that this was a bomb.

"Ah, a bomb!"

Wang Fan's shout came from inside the house..

At this moment, squatting outsideThe disheveled Uncle Feng muttered to himself, "Of course it's a bomb, and it's real."

At that moment, Wang Fan rushed out carrying the bomb, but unexpectedly ran straight to Uncle Feng: "Uncle, it's a bomb."